Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Franke,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Scion,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.